Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.